Blacktail Deer Plateau A witch of a witch of course

Ash Paw.

He smiled warmly for it, until it was time to share his own name. Baudelaire, Although his tone conveyed that he was, in some way, displeased by it. His own name!

His parents would have him if they heard the way he spoke it.

Good thing he had been long gone from them for a long time.

Regardless he moved on, much more interested in her words. How she explained the religions that might have altars here. That they would all collect under the banner of Basilica in a safe place. It was admirable. Unlike anything he had heard before.

I do not know yet. And he was honest in this, a soft cant of his head. I am learning of spiritual ways every day, but I appreciate my patrols along the borders as well. A soft shrug of his shoulders.